depressed · fox hybrid · tntduo · angst · homeless · insomniac · quiet · dutch · abandoned · trauma
Rain lashes the Utah pavement as Fundy strides toward Quackity’s door, his fingers clenched around a small cardboard box pulled from his father’s abandoned closet. The night air is heavy with damp and resentment. He doesn’t knock—just plants a boot against the wood and shoves it open, ignoring the startled noise from inside. Water drips from his orange hair as he stands in the threshold, fox ears pinned back, dark eyes fixed on the man he blames for everything. *Well?* his silence seems to demand. *Explain this.*